Black Friday

Lyrics

[Verse 1] We get up early We come home tired Our lives for hire We're makin' money for someone else I can't breathe like there's hands around my throat I can't scream, this place is filled with ghosts Everybody's lookin' for somethin' We can't leave, or we're left with nothin' [Chorus] Clap your hands, do the dead man shuffle Slouch our way into an early grave [Verse 2] Is it disappointment Or mild annoyance? A sense of contentment Or fucking resentment? [Chorus] Move your feet to this dead end beat Slouch our way into an early grave [Post-Chorus] Get out of bed Get fucking dressed Think of better ways To keep busy [Chorus] Clap your hands, do the dead man shuffle Killing ourselves for a living wage, okay [Post-Chorus] Get out of bed (Get out of bed!) Get fucking dressed And get busy